I can't even put my finger on it, really. I'm very busy, I have a lot going on, every day. I barely have time to keep these 2 blogs going.... but here I am, feeling sad and small.
I finished the cake itself - tomorrow I'll frost it. It's for a friend of the family who has always been there for us. In fact, she was the first person I called after I got the news about Dad. I remember sitting in my car, thinking, 'who can I call?' And I immediately dialed Diana's number. She's about my Mom's age, and is one of the kindest, sweetest, most supportive people I know. And she just listen to me sob and babble incoherently, and somehow, managed to calm me down. Last year for her birthday, she told her husband ALL she wanted was one of my cakes. I was too busy with a big wedding order than, so I figure better late than never. It's my super-duper awesome tropical carrot cake. It rocks the house, I tell you. The cake itself has crystallized ginger and macadamia nuts that are ground up with the flour, and the frosting has cream of coconut and cream cheese. Mmmmmm.
I also baked about 7 dozen sugar cookies. Half in the 'awareness ribbon' shape for Dad to take to the Cancer Center, and half in summery shapes (dolphins, seahorses, starfish) to take to Addie's end of school picnic. I spent the better part of the day in the kitchen. Now I'm chilling for a few before I have to go start dinner: steaks, golden beets, and beet greens. Too bad I have to appetite, but I am going to choke this one down, my body needs it.